Drip Drop

Drip drop,
my mind says stop.
But likewise so,
my heart says go.

A summer of petals,
flowing through the air.
A beach of washed-up pebbles,
like your love – so full of care.

Drip drop,
I can’t stop.
But likewise so,
I cannot go.

 

 

Photograph (Late Summer ’11) & Writing (November ’12) by Lisa Marina.

Drops of memories

Sweet memories of used-to-bes,

soft whispers of your loving voice,

like drops of water to nourish the soil,

where our love should have grown.

Nightskies rumble and angels fall,

as you unleash the rain to release us all.

Photograph (August ’11) & Writing (October ’12) by Lisa Marina.